Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
When a tiny smile slowly starts to lift her lips, I watch, rapt. When she starts to move again, her body bumping against mine, hope takes root. She glances over her shoulder at Maddox, who never stopped dancing in the first place and is acting completely unaware of the situation despite being very aware, and he steps forward, planting himself at her back. My excitement for tonight grows, as does my dick.
She’s in.
MADDOX
The elevator ride up to our floor at the hotel is too damn slow even though I’m entertaining myself by watching Riggs kiss Kay. Or maybe that’s exactly why it seems so slow. He’s curled around her like his whole body wants to consume her, and though she’s standing tall and proud, her arms are wrapped around his neck and her thighs are repeatedly clenching together as she searches for some relief for the need centered there.
We can help with that. We’d be happy to. Honored to. I can’t fucking wait to.
Riggs cups Kay’s jaw, tilting her head to rain hot kisses down her neck, and like she remembered I’m here, her eyes pop open and find mine. Her expression is hesitant, uncertain. I step up behind her and whisper roughly, “You ever done this before?”
This is two men at the same time, and I already know her answer. She was cautious when the three of us started dancing together, not timid or shy but like she was calculating the risks and rewards of a night with Riggs and me. Thankfully, we apparently fell into the ‘worth it’ category.
She shakes her head.
“We have. We’ll tell you what to do.” Her precisely done, blonde left eyebrow arches in response. I don’t think anyone tells Kay what to do, but I hope to. I think the result will be explosive, and that type of fireworks is exciting.
I lean in, taking her lips with a kiss as Riggs moves down to her cleavage. She tastes of scotch and filthy fantasies, and I groan against her, desperately wanting to see this perfect princess of a woman come undone. I want to see her wild with desire, lost to her pleasure, messy with the proof of our fucking.
I want to see her on her knees, begging for my cock.
But I’m the brains of this organization, so I pause long enough to ask, “Are you drunk?”
She had a scotch with her when she appeared at the side of our table, and then one more during a dance break, but I don’t know her tolerance, nor what else she had this evening. She seems stone-cold sober to me, but I want to be sure. Plus, I’m sure the hotel has cameras in the elevators and I want it on record, just in case. You can’t be too careful when you’re a professional athlete like Riggs and me, though Kay doesn’t seem to know who we are. Usually, that’d irk me because I’ve put my heart and soul, and my entire life, into becoming the professional player I am, but instead, tonight, it feels like a mask.
No, that’s not it.
It feels like I’m taking my mask off. Like I’m just Maddox Brooks, the man, not Maddox Brooks, everyone’s favorite Devils player, and I don’t want to ruin that by whipping out an NDA and consent form, despite the team lawyer telling everyone that it’s mandatory for any encounters. I look at Kay, measuring the dilation of her pupils against the bright blue irises, the flush on her cheeks, and the sharpness of her words as she answers.
“Sober enough to know this is a bad idea, but tipsy enough to want to do it anyway,” she taunts, a sparkle of challenge in her eye. I thread my hand into her hair, holding her with the slightest tug, and the smile falls from her lips as she answers more seriously. “Not at all. I want this.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, rewarding her with another kiss. She nips my lip with her sharp teeth, and when I pull away in surprise, she keeps my lip for a moment before releasing me.
I grin when I see her narrowed eyes and obvious offense. I lift my brows, silently questioning ‘what’s wrong?’, but right as she’s about to answer, Riggs cups her breast in his big hand and strums his thumb across her nipple. He chuckles, low and rough. “I don’t think she liked being called a ‘good girl’, man. But her body did. Her nipple instantly went rock hard. Feel.”
My eyes lock on hers, daring her to deny it as I move a hand down to her other breast, both of us tweaking and plucking her nipples. It doesn’t feel like she has a bra on, but there’s definitely another layer of fabric beneath her button-up, and both nipples are standing proud. “So responsive for us, aren’t you?” She gasps as I pinch a little harder, not answering, but it’s enough. For now. “You need this, don’t you?” She arches, pushing her breasts up for more. “Good girl,” I repeat, but she’s too needy to argue now. “Keep telling us what you want, what you like. We’ll give it to you. Anything, everything.”